Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Do The Trick (dean winchester)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Witch!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You're one of the good witches, and you'd do anything to keep a smile on your boyfriend's face.

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"Be careful," Dean says as he helps you into the house.

Your side is split open from the monster you and Dean were hunting, and he didn't have time to fix you in the field or on the way home. Sam isn't with you right now because he is across the country fighting his own monster with Garth.

"I know," you wince as you hobble next to him.

Dean brings you into the war room where you take a seat at the large table. He leaves immediately to grab the first aid, and the thought makes you smile in amusement. When he comes back, your shirt is already off. You two have been dating for a couple of years now, so seeing you like this is nothing new.

"You know I don't need that," you grunt.

"Your side is split open. Let me fix you."

"Dean, I'm a witch. Did you already forget that?"

You lift your right hand and hover it over your wound. You close your eyes and mutter a spell that will heal you in seconds. Dean watches with amazement as our skin folds over and stitches itself back together. Soon, your abdomen is healed and you have no permanent damage to the area.

"At least let me clean the blood off you."

"That, you can do," you chuckle.

Dean leaves and comes back with a damp washcloth in which he rubs your skin until it's free of your blood.

"This will never not amaze me. After knowing you for eight years, the way you do spells is awesome."

"Thank you," you say in a shy voice.

He's told you plenty of times how powerful you are, but no matter how many compliments he gives you, you'll always turn into a blushing schoolgirl for him.

"Alright, the wound may be healed, but you need to rest. I can't imagine how tired you are."

"Kind of, but instead of resting, how about we watch a movie?"

"I like the sound of that. I will meet you in the man cave with snacks, drinks, and popcorn."

Dean leaves for the kitchen, and you walk to the man cave. When Dean first discovered this area, he was so giddy like a child in a candy store. He decorated it to be the perfect place to hang out, fit with old retro video games, a pool table, a foosball table, a big couch, two recliner chairs, a flat-screen TV, a homemade bar, and a bunch of different trinkets.

It's the perfect room to quarantine in.

You get comfortable on the couch and find your favorite movie on VUDU. You could watch this movie a thousand times over, and you'll never get bored of it. Dean comes in ten minutes later with all the fixings.

He turns off the light as he passes by the switch and takes a seat next to you. You grab your favorite candy and a handful of popcorn before you hit play. Because this Bunker is underground, there are no windows to let in natural sunlight. The only parts that get that are the very top floor, and even then, it's not great light. The Men of Letters really made sure that no one can see or get inside this place.

Due to that fact, the glare coming off the TV is too bright in this very dark room. Dean doesn't seem to have a problem with his eyes adjusting, but since you're dizzy from the blood loss, you need another source of light to contrast the TV's brightness.

From the last time you were in here, you left candles all around the room. You complained it smelled too much like a man in here, but Dean didn't seem to mind since he liked the smell of the candles. Without getting up from your spot, you raise your left hand, and every single candlewick in the room goes up in flames.

Dean looks around the room before settling his gaze on you.

"Sorry, the glare from the TV was too bright."

"It's romantic," he grins and scooches closer to you.

You lean into his body and meet him halfway to kiss him. You could be surrounded by monsters, but you'll always feel safe in Dean's arms. He makes home feel like home without being near it.

After the movie is over, your eyes droop from being too tired. The energy lost from your wound is catching up to you, and Dean can see it's time for bed.

"Alright, time for bed, sleepyhead."

Dean moves the snacks to the other side of the couch and scoops you into his arms bridal style. Your head rests on his chest, and the steady beat of his heart is enough to lull you into a light sleep.

He walks to your shared bedroom and lays you on your side of the bed. You can't go to bed in your hunting clothes, so he helps you into your pajamas before getting undressed, himself. Every time you're together, right before bed, you always do the same trick to help you two go to sleep. He knows you're tired, but he doesn't want to break the cycle you two have.

"Sweetheart?" he whispers.

"Mmhm?"

"Can you do my favorite trick?"

Yes, you're tired, but you'd do anything to put a smile on his face. You reach over and turn on the bedside lamp to give the room a soft yellow glow. You grab the pillow behind you and rip it open so that all the feathers go everywhere.

"Are you ready?"

He nods excitedly, and you close your eyes to concentrate. In a flash, all the feathers on the bed lift into the air, and they float there as if gravity isn't a real thing. Dean laughs and watches them in amazement, and you watch him with admiration in your eyes. It doesn't take much to make Dean happy, but you'll do it all if it means he'll keep smiling.

Your magic has been used to hurt a lot of people before, even killed them, but you'd only use it to bring Dean joy.